Our post title is kind of misleading. There’s no way on earth to determine the best formula for newborns (or indeed any baby) and we all know that – in the UK especially, the contents of them are largely the same, heavily regulated and they all taste rank. No seriously, have you ever tried formula milk as an adult? Yuck. This guide is more about the best baby formula for your circumstances and needs, if this is how you choose to feed your child.
I posted on this subject last week and frankly it took a lot out of me. This post, however, is more of an informative piece about what to look out for when choosing baby formula. Every newborn and every parent is totally different and it can be a bit daunting that when you’ve decided to formula feed your newborn, there are still a tonne of different brands and products to choose from.
So a post went up on another site about the fact that they’ve decided not to promote formula milk on their blog. Of course, that’s their choice as to what they do and do not want to place on their part of the internet. I love that, I love that a blog gives you the freedom to talk about what you want and refuse to talk about what you don’t. I won’t be promoting dummies for example (not that I’ve been asked) – but way more blogs will, because they like them. Totally cool. This is not a “refusing to promote formula is incorrect” post. It’s really, really not.
However, I felt compelled to write something on the subject. An alternative viewpoint from someone who has decided to (and would totally continue to) promote formula feeding. One that I feel quite passionately about, because it explores the one part of my pregnancy experience that left a sour taste in my mouth. I don’t normally do these type of in-depth posts… I’m not really into baring my soul to the internet but this is an exception.
Today’s Blogtober theme is sharing a secret about yourself. Mine isn’t a secret from people who know me, but it is a secret in terms of my blogger self. I haven’t ever shared anything about it until today so for day four of Blogtober, we’re talking about something that affects me massively every day, but I don’t know how to spell it without Google. This is seborrheic dermatitis.
And it’s awful.
It’s a skin condition… it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t even really harm me and I know I shouldn’t complain but I am. I’m complaining because it means that I can’t do things that I used to love: I can’t sit in a scalding hot bath for an hour and come out looking like a lobster. I can’t wear make-up anymore without looking like a snake that is part-way through shedding its skin. Wanna wear black Amy? Nah, mate, speckled white with flakes of your face. In the grand scheme of things, these things aren’t big and there are people going through way worse things than I am.
But this ‘disease’ is driving me up the wall.
Parenting is a pain in the arse sometimes. It’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a steep learning curve for you and your other half. In the fog of night feeds, early mornings and fretting about what’s best for your little one it’s really easy for both parents to just stop talking to each other. Enter Barefoot Coaching and their wonderful Coaching Cards for New Parents.
We’re not new parents, but Short Rib is only one, so we’re still getting used to this being in charge of a tiny human thing. The cards are designed to help new parents have an open and frank discussion about the new adventure. The good and the bad. To find the answers for them and not what their mother in law, best mate or former midwife neighbour think is best (because we’ve all had stupid parenting advice before, right?).
You can get them over at Barefoot Coaching when they launch tomorrow, September 1st 2016 where they retail for £15.00 per pack. They make a wonderful gift to expecting parents, or as a tool for you and your partner to boss this parenting malarkey together. We were really kindly sent a pack to look at before they went on sale for the purpose of this blog post.
So most of you already know that this blog is a joint enterprise, between myself and Wes (aka Daddy) but realistically I have more time to do this than he does (because I’m gobbier, clearly) so when Frenchie Mummy came up with the brilliant #TheDaddyTag Challenge, I had to rope Wes in and get him to pull his finger out on the blog front. I mean, how hard can it be to answer some questions right?
So, I’m being a lazy blogger today – you can all get to know Wes a little bit more (until I’m nominated for the Mummy Tag Challenge, so you’ll be waiting a while there!)